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like an old friend he put his hand on my shoulderand turning around he said "you can't please everybody, rockwell"it's just that, walking home at nightby the freeway under lightsthere's always somethingi'm trying to remember not to miss a single thingbut i don't know this man (x2)he was holding me down with my face to the groundscreaming, "life begins at 40!" at the top of his voiceand all i could think ofwas the sounds of the trafficand the way the evening lightshoots back off the street signsand how everything just passes me bybut i don't know this man (x2)i've never laid eyes on him in my lifei don't know this man (x2)how many phone booths can i walk past before i cracki've never laid eyes on him in my life Aus Songtexte Mania